Mrs. Flinger: A work in progress

UPDATE TO Mrs. Flinger October 16, 2015

Because the Universe has a wicked sense of humor, after this delcaration, my blog threw up all over my last upgrade.

So I'm starting over using Craft. Turning 40 and kid entering Jr High next year, sometimes it's just time for a change. These archives will still exist in the way the last child goes off to college and their room is the same for 20 years,
but it's just time to move forward.

I guess pissed off is better than pissed on Sep 17, 2005

My dad used to always say that “being pissed off is better than being pissed on.” Dads. What’s up with them? Now that I’m married to one, I see why my Mom turned into nagging, worry freak lady. I swore I wouldn’t. But here I am.

Irony Sep 15, 2005

Why, at no time when you actually need or want them, can you find the condoms, but your 10 month old can find them, get one, and carry it out to you in the living room.

When the real estate lady is here.

It was hot Sep 15, 2005

In the comments in my last post, Paige said something cute about our house (now) and what it looked like when we bought it (then). It was painted. VERY painted. Ugly paint. So, OK, you can see the flames in the spare room but I won’t show you the rest of the pictures until I can take NEW pictures of the NOW stage. My word.. Y’all will crap yer britches.

Here’s a sneak preview of the “flames”... We dubbed this room “starry scary night”

It’s going up Sep 15, 2005

The sign is going up this weekend. I have to clean the inside so people can start traipsing through our house and judging us by our walls. I wonder how long it would take to clean forty years of crap off the stove? Or two years of dog off the carpet? Or ten months of baby poop sitting in the “odorless” pail?

Rain Rain and other odes Sep 09, 2005

It’s raining today. Dark, heavy, wet rain. I turned on Jazz, lit the candles and am cleaning like a bitchmofo before the realesate lady shows up at 2. I just don’t think forty years of crap can be cleaned up in two hours. But that’s just me.

I mentioned in my last post that we’ve been watching Lost. I have to tell you, that it was one, small comment by Texasbelle that got me on this show. One, tiny tiny comment in a post months ago got me hooked. And so, to Anne, here is an ode to you…